Ever since Steven figured out a way into the temple, he's raided the rooms for whatever small connections he can find of the ones who used to live there. Most often, he comes running home to the van with armfuls of garbage that had once presumably belonged to Amethyst. Greg doesn't mind the extra stuff too much (aside from one of the times he came back sopping wet with several swords piled into his arms), he's got the storage space for a reason. Still, between the old junk and the new, he doesn't keep a whole lot of track of what gets brought in. He focuses more on the awkward tetris game of where to fit everything in the limited space.
"I know I left it somewhere around the plastic ficus... hmm. Was it in the--woooahjeez--!"
In his attempts to shove the rolled carpet off to one side, Greg jostles an unsteady stack of boxes. The unbalanced heap falls apart, and he lunges to catch some of the more fragile trinkets before they can hit the concrete. The broken old TV's a lost cause, landing with an unpleasant crunch, but Greg manages to snatch a couple old empty photo frames and mirror from a similar fate. He's caught awkwardly leaning up against the boxes left standing, trying to lean them back into place with his arms full.
"Ahhh boy."
"Dad!! What was that? Are you okay?"
"Watch your feet, bud! Broken glass." He shoots his son a smile as he comes running from outside. "Could use a little help here, though."
It takes a lot of grunting and the loss of a box of tangled fairy lights, but the two of them get things set up right again. Only at that point, while gingerly putting them back in place, does Greg pay any attention to what he's got in his arms. He blinks into his reflection.
"Huh. Don't remember this one." He's likely forgotten about more things than he even has in his unit, but the design still manages to look outside his entirely eclectic style.
Steven leans over his father's arm to see into it. "Oh! That's the mirror I found in Pearl's room! She left it on one of those big pools I was telling you about, remember?"
"Pearl's? Really?" Greg purses his lips. "Huh. Wonder if it's some sort of magical doodad, then." Steven gasps at the thought, eyes sparkling and wordlessly begging for details, and Greg lets out a small laugh. "It's just a thought! Pearl hung on to some pretty dangerous stuff."
"Aw, c'mon, dad. It's too pretty to be dangerous!" Steven gently pulls at his father's hand, so he can get a better look into the mirror, smiling wide.
He doesn't quite catch Greg's wry chuckle. In angling the mirror so Steven can better see, Greg gets a better look at its back. The whole thing is covered in faint scratches and marks. Greg's thumb runs around the space just outside the big, cracked teardrop of a stone embedded in the back. If it's anywhere near as old as it looks, it's a wonder the glass itself is intact.
"Can we keep it in the van, dad?" Greg's broken from his thoughts by the question. "I wanna have it around, can we please?"
"Uhh." He chews his cheek a moment. Pearl was a lot of things, but never vain. She probably had this thing for a reason... to keep it safe. But... well, they had it now. And it hadn't caused any issues in the unit since it had gotten moved right? He holds the mirror out, smirking faintly into his reflection. "Ahh, what the heck. You can't be any scarier than the bubbles, right?"
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"I know I left it somewhere around the plastic ficus... hmm. Was it in the--woooahjeez--!"
In his attempts to shove the rolled carpet off to one side, Greg jostles an unsteady stack of boxes. The unbalanced heap falls apart, and he lunges to catch some of the more fragile trinkets before they can hit the concrete. The broken old TV's a lost cause, landing with an unpleasant crunch, but Greg manages to snatch a couple old empty photo frames and mirror from a similar fate. He's caught awkwardly leaning up against the boxes left standing, trying to lean them back into place with his arms full.
"Ahhh boy."
"Dad!! What was that? Are you okay?"
"Watch your feet, bud! Broken glass." He shoots his son a smile as he comes running from outside. "Could use a little help here, though."
It takes a lot of grunting and the loss of a box of tangled fairy lights, but the two of them get things set up right again. Only at that point, while gingerly putting them back in place, does Greg pay any attention to what he's got in his arms. He blinks into his reflection.
"Huh. Don't remember this one." He's likely forgotten about more things than he even has in his unit, but the design still manages to look outside his entirely eclectic style.
Steven leans over his father's arm to see into it. "Oh! That's the mirror I found in Pearl's room! She left it on one of those big pools I was telling you about, remember?"
"Pearl's? Really?" Greg purses his lips. "Huh. Wonder if it's some sort of magical doodad, then." Steven gasps at the thought, eyes sparkling and wordlessly begging for details, and Greg lets out a small laugh. "It's just a thought! Pearl hung on to some pretty dangerous stuff."
"Aw, c'mon, dad. It's too pretty to be dangerous!" Steven gently pulls at his father's hand, so he can get a better look into the mirror, smiling wide.
He doesn't quite catch Greg's wry chuckle. In angling the mirror so Steven can better see, Greg gets a better look at its back. The whole thing is covered in faint scratches and marks. Greg's thumb runs around the space just outside the big, cracked teardrop of a stone embedded in the back. If it's anywhere near as old as it looks, it's a wonder the glass itself is intact.
"Can we keep it in the van, dad?" Greg's broken from his thoughts by the question. "I wanna have it around, can we please?"
"Uhh." He chews his cheek a moment. Pearl was a lot of things, but never vain. She probably had this thing for a reason... to keep it safe. But... well, they had it now. And it hadn't caused any issues in the unit since it had gotten moved right? He holds the mirror out, smirking faintly into his reflection. "Ahh, what the heck. You can't be any scarier than the bubbles, right?"
Steven whoops a cheer. "That's the spirit!"